Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2011 09:28:13 +0100
From: mekongboy@hotmail.com
Subject: Overcrowded Bus (m/t)

A brief true-life story from the early 90ies - for adult readers only ...
and for David

*

I was about to visit a mate for a couple days in southern Sri Lanka and had
to take a bus from the coast line railway station.

It was sort of a short sized city bus and I was the only passenger, taking
a seat at the left on the back bench, as I did not want to get touched by
another car when sitting on the right - you know some drivers want to
impress their passengers with their "skills".

Anyway - after 5 minutes though the bus stopped near a school compound,
where an impossible amount of youth was waiting ... and then almost all
wanted to ride that bus, and I got nearly squeezed to the window, as other
pupils pushed a cute, very tender, slim and seemingly around 12yo boy more
and more to me and the window.

Eventually I allowed that sweet kiddo to step over my left leg close to the
window, whereas I then pulled my backpack onto my lap and so gave the boy
even some hold. From the right was another boy using it as well as a
backrest - well, he just had to, as there was no space left in front of
him.

The boy I had trapped then smiled shyly and briefly and nodded slightly,
when I was gentle slapping his upper thigh, asking him if he was ok to be
like a sardine in a tin can.

Not that I had something in mind with him, as I would be well served with
one or two willing boys at my mate's place, but somehow I was taken aback
by the smooth beauty of that boy just inches away, and so I boldly let my
left hand where it was, before gently caressing that silky, but firm young
lightbrown boy thigh, what brought another brief smile around his lush
mouth's corners, when our gazes met.

He then blinked with his long lashes and starred out of the window, whereas
I, knowing that nobody could see anything, slowly started to slip my hand
past the hem of his dark blue cotton shorts' left leg's opening and then
was struck, when clearly feeeling that my fingertips were touching one of
his balls, since he obviously didn't wear briefs or underpants, as some
boys also had.

That very moment his shorts' crotch moved some forward, high up near the
waistband, and when the pupil didn't react, I after two, three seconds
moved some more up his shorts' leg, upon which the move came again.

'Oh gosh - he has already a stiffie!' I'd thought and tried to sneak up
some more, feeling a rather heavy set of plump nuts, what I didn't expect
to find on such a delicately built kid.

However, when I was looking to the ceiling, but stretched my left hand as
much as I could, he then pressed his crotch to the wall below the window,
what let me guess he probably did not want me to go further.

I just was able to feel a very few wiry hairs on the base of what seemed to
be a hard, remarkable cock stem and what made me gulp dryly in a sudden
hungry lust and excitement.

But since I didn't want to force that hot kid, I withdrew my hand slowly,
upon which he gave some space between his crotch and the wall.

If he did it involuntarily or not, I then went again to his thigh with my
left, but instead of slipping into the hem again, I let my naugthy hand
wander up on the shorts' surface, until I came to that bulge, where the
boy's cockhead had to be ... and gripped it.

The reaction came quickly, as the kid then pressed his pelvis to the wall,
him starring straigt out of the window, his smooth lips tightly closed, and
I began to squeeze his nob as good as I could between his crotches
pressure.

Oh gosh, I had liked then him sitting on my lap, where I could have my left
fondling his ample nuts, while stroking his well built boy cock ... but I
had to take what was offered, and so I pumped his hard dick with my left
fist, what let him respond by additionally push in the same rhythm to the
wall, until he started to tense and then quickly froze, whereas his lush
mouth parted, letting emanate a long, but almost silent sigh, as I the same
moment felt his dick twitch and its cockhead expand inside his dark blue
cotton shorts.

Five or six seconds it had lasted, then the slim frame of that gorgeous boy
relaxed some and my gripping fist felt a certain warmth in its palm.

I knew what it was and almost fainted, had it hard to breathe as I thought
I could smell his young, freshly spilt boy semen seeping thru his shorts,
and urgently had needed to cum myself, but had to deal with the fact that
the bus was overcrowded and that I could not reach my own straining cock in
my jeans.

So I did the only right thing and carefully, casually I would say, brought
my wet left palm to my nose to seemingly rub it, whereas I in fact then
sniffed that unique, intoxicating odor of mind blowing boy nectar and
licked that slightly slimy boy gift away.

The boy though did not look at me, just rubbed his crotch some more to the
wall in order to smear any evidence from his shorts' at it.

Still overwhelmed about that little adventure from which I'd always thought
would happen in fantasies only, I then opened with my right an outside
pocket of my backpack, folded a rupee note into a card with the address of
my rented house and then went up with my left to his meanwhile rather damp
crotch, poking some there, until the cutie looked at, then came down with
his slim hand, picket it up with his delicate fingers, and smiled briefly
with just another nod at me, before resuming his sightseeing thru the
window.

Just good, that the fabric of his shorts was dark enough to practically
conceal the result of his ejaculation, what not always was the case, when I
earlier, and later, had fumbled around on a pubescent getting kid!

Then the bus stopped, and before long, he was gone without any further eye
contact, or a touch with at least one of his so fine sculpted hands ...
and gone were almost all others too, whereas I was left there on the
backbench, sniffing again and again what came from him and what I was able
to savour for the rest of my bus trip.

*

Epilog

I then told my mate about that "incident", what let him smile, saying:
"Yeah, they're mostly sooo horny at that age ... and keen to have a helping
hand, hehe!"

Well, I had then other hands to help me out, but was missing that special
kid, when back at my holiday home ... until on Sunday before noon somebody
was walking two or three times up und down outside the small road, and I
hastily and with a dangerously accelerated heartbeat went to the door to
open it, and his smile was longer lasting then as in the bus ... and
longer, much longer lasting was then the meeting, and mating, that followed
with Wasantha, a boy who had friends before, and also after me and was at
that time 14, but looked to be not more then 12 !

END